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John Keats Quotes - Page 13

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How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did

How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, so gently that you do not feel his step.

Queens, Lying, Wine

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

Thinking, Married, Mets

Letter to Fanny Brawne, 8 July 1819, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 2, p. 127

How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy.

Death, Flower, Thinking

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

Differences, Tasks, Speak

John Keats (1820). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.111

To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.

Kindness, Ideas, Tools

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

Pain, Heart, Sadness

'Ode to a Nightingale' (1820) st. 1

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Garden, Sky, Listening

'To Autumn' (1820) st. 3

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

Death, Brain, May

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Philosophy, Angel, Wings

'Lamia' (1820) pt. 2, l. 229

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

Sweet, Play, Sensual

"Ode on a Grecian Urn" l. 11 (1820)

Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.

Blow, Wind, Tree

John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.422, Delphi Classics

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

Reading, Thank God, Depth

John Keats (2015). “Sonnets (Complete Edition): 63 Sonnets from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets, influenced by John Milton and Edmund Spenser, and one of the greatest lyric poets in English Literature, alongside William Shakespeare”, p.184, e-artnow

... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.

Mother, Dream, Art

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.233, Рипол Классик

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

Feelings, Sun, Vain

John Keats (2015). “The Complete Poetry of John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn + Ode to a Nightingale + Hyperion + Endymion + The Eve of St. Agnes + Isabella + Ode to Psyche + Lamia + Sonnets and more from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.534, e-artnow

I came to feel how far above All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood, All earthly pleasure, all imagined good, Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss.

Pride, Kissing, Fickle

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.105, Рипол Классик

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

Inspirational, Reading Poetry, Remembrance

Letter to John Taylor, 27 February 1818, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 238

What occasions the greater part of the world's quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party.

Party, Two, Mind

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.273, Рипол Классик

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.

Song, War, Evening

'O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind' (written 1818)

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Heart, Home, Sea

"Ode to a Nightingale" l. 61 (1820)

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Failure, Literature, Fierce

Endymion preface (1818)

Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.

Food, Writing, Hands

John Keats (1820). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.96

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.

Eye, Hands, Lays

John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.24, Harvard University Press

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

Time, Men, Years

'The Human Seasons' (1819)

I scarcely remember counting upon happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.

Rights, Looks, Sparrows

John Keats (2015). “John Keats - The Man Behind The Lyrics: Life, letters, and literary remains: Complete Letters and Two Extensive Biographies of one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.584, e-artnow

It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.

Life, Men, Departed

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